The north wind calmly jumped next to the baron with its master, splashing snowflakes. Kutara, www.biquge.info pen "Fun", pinched Frey's wrist, and the pain made the latter subconsciously let go of his hand. "The frostwolf's ears are fragile, and if you hold on to it like this, you'll hurt him. Plus, that's the sixth. Kutala said, glancing at the village.

Freyler tightened the reins to stop the baron, staring at the village looming in the snow. The scattered remains of wooden houses stand abruptly on the snowy field, and some less damaged houses have some traces of human restoration, but there is no trace of the living. The deserted fence walls and paths were mostly buried in snow, and on the broken charred trunk lay a foraging vulture, its emaciated body struggling to fight the blizzard, like a flat boat in a stormy sea, lonely and weak, ready to be swallowed up at any moment.

"Sixth. Frey muttered.

Since the recapture of Winter Harbor, the Sixth Corps has been sunk like a stone in the sea, and there has been no news. Eager to make a contribution, Frey sent messengers to the front to inquire about the news, and finally ordered the rebuilding of Couvare when the fourth messenger returned to the council chamber in despair, and quickly organized an army of 1,000 men to Lion Harbor. He confidently believed that the Sixth Corps would march into Lion Harbor while the iron was hot after taking Winter Harbor, but suffered a big loss, and his army would play the role of a divine soldier from heaven to help the Sixth Corps capture Lion Harbor in one fell swoop. But along the way, in addition to the white snowfield, there was only devastation, and there was no shadow of the Sixth Corps.

"My lord, are we camping here tonight?" Kutara asked, frowning, interrupting Frey's thoughts.

"No," Frey said, shaking his head vigorously, "we need to get to Moongate before sunset, and recuperate there for a few days." ”

Kutara drove the north wind with satisfaction, and the baron, bound by Frey, followed his father with his head drooping. "If you want to get to Moongate as scheduled, you'll have to let the Baron run, my lord. Kutara reminded.

Frey grabbed the baron's mane nervously again, as if doing so would give him a sense of groundedness. He couldn't figure out why the Fourth Lord of Ice's Breath had chosen the Frostwolf as Kuvalé's special mount. According to Idney, the Frostwolves are distant relatives of the Icewolf, usually living near the Ice Bridge, with occasional southward migrations, and only stopping at the "unquenchable fire". Frostwolves are huge, fierce, and do not like to get close to humans, nor do they allow any creatures to set foot in their territory, they are veritable overlords of the Northlands, and it is almost impossible to domesticate them, but the fourth lord has done it. As the elite guard personally chosen by the fourth lord, Kuvare represents the supreme combat power of the Snow Realm, but during the domestication of frost wolves, their numbers decreased sharply, and after several generations of lords, they finally became wolf tamers stationed near the ice bridge, and lost their former glory. It would seem ridiculous to anyone to destroy an elite army of his own hand with an untamable mount like the Fourth Lord, and Frey clearly agrees with it.

As the sun sets, the faltering army temporarily halts its march and begins to prepare for a difficult night. Frey tied the baron to the door of the commander's tent and patrolled the camp on foot, while Kutara crouched on the back of the north wind and quietly followed Frey.

"Look, my lord. I warned you that the Baron had to run before we could get to Moongate. ”

"If it runs like the north wind, I'll never get to Moongate, unless you're willing to send my ashes. Frey sneered.